Me? Got damn close twice. Got REAL GODDAMN close once. Every time I stopped, asked myself, "will you be happy with this in 50 years?", and thought about it for a couple of months.

At no time did it come back with a "yes".

I don't know, maybe I set the bar waaay too high. I'd do that. It's like me.

Anyway, nowadays, I've been single so long now, a relationship would have to be special, because the whole "getting to know you" stage would have to be pretty goddamn special to get me over the whole "dealing with other humans" bit.

Me? Got damn close twice. Got REAL GODDAMN close once. Every time I stopped, asked myself, "will you be happy with this in 50 years?", and thought about it for a couple of months.

At no time did it come back with a "yes".

I don't know, maybe I set the bar waaay too high. I'd do that. It's like me.

Anyway, nowadays, I've been single so long now, a relationship would have to be special, because the whole "getting to know you" stage would have to be pretty goddamn special to get me over the whole "dealing with other humans" bit.

Hey there is not a g.d. thing wrong with having the bar set waaaay too high. Spares you from wasting time and energy. I respect that. I'd much rather be single than be dinging around trying to get to know a bunch of assholes.

And yes as far as a new relationship, he would have to be pretty fking special as I too, agree with the whole "getting to know you" shit is redundant.

At this age, I am tired of starting over...telling my story...hearing someone elses...hoping someone can handle me and vice versa. I can't even imagine sitting at a bar, meeting a complete stranger, and starting from scratch. I wouldn't even know where to begin...and I'm pretty talkative. "Hey man...what kinda music da ya like? Me too. Cool beans n' stuff".

Oh and dealing with other humans...out of the question.

So why did you never come back with a "yes"? What was it that was the deal breaker?

Something's got to be done. We can't go on like this.
I must have some booze. I demand to have some booze!- Withnail

Looking back at your exes thinking, could you imagine still being tied to that? Hell no! Being single is great for so many reasons it would take weeks and weeks to list em all.

Well I had one I could've in theory stuck around for a long time, but given the amount of drugs and alcohol involved in that brief relationship I'm pretty sure at least one of us would be buried by now.

Me? Got damn close twice. Got REAL GODDAMN close once. Every time I stopped, asked myself, "will you be happy with this in 50 years?", and thought about it for a couple of months.

At no time did it come back with a "yes".

I don't know, maybe I set the bar waaay too high. I'd do that. It's like me.

Anyway, nowadays, I've been single so long now, a relationship would have to be special, because the whole "getting to know you" stage would have to be pretty goddamn special to get me over the whole "dealing with other humans" bit.

Hey there is not a g.d. thing wrong with having the bar set waaaay too high. Spares you from wasting time and energy. I respect that. I'd much rather be single than be dinging around trying to get to know a bunch of assholes.

And yes as far as a new relationship, he would have to be pretty fking special as I too, agree with the whole "getting to know you" shit is redundant.

At this age, I am tired of starting over...telling my story...hearing someone elses...hoping someone can handle me and vice versa. I can't even imagine sitting at a bar, meeting a complete stranger, and starting from scratch. I wouldn't even know where to begin...and I'm pretty talkative. "Hey man...what kinda music da ya like? Me too. Cool beans n' stuff".

Oh and dealing with other humans...out of the question.

So why did you never come back with a "yes"? What was it that was the deal breaker?

.....
...Okay, I'll tell you.
The "close" woman? Well, she was a little bit loony. And her crazy rarely got along with my crazy. But when they got along...
BUT. The good times were only ever so good. The bad times tended to accumulate. Grow. Expand. I eventually felt more like a caseworker than a boyfriend, so I ended it.

The REAL GODDAMN close woman? Met her in college. Ever meet a person, and know, KNOW, that the world would be a better place if there were more of them and fewer of you in it? That was her.
BUT. Then I dropped out, and moved a dozen times across three states over the next ten years. She stayed home. We kept in touch. Eventually decided to get real. So I moved back.
We tried. it didn't work. we had become different people over the years.

.....
...Okay, I'll tell you.
The "close" woman? Well, she was a little bit loony. And her crazy rarely got along with my crazy. But when they got along...
BUT. The good times were only ever so good. The bad times tended to accumulate. Grow. Expand. I eventually felt more like a caseworker than a boyfriend, so I ended it.

The REAL GODDAMN close woman? Met her in college. Ever meet a person, and know, KNOW, that the world would be a better place if there were more of them and fewer of you in it? That was her.
BUT. Then I dropped out, and moved a dozen times across three states over the next ten years. She stayed home. We kept in touch. Eventually decided to get real. So I moved back.
We tried. it didn't work. we had become different people over the years.

First life lesson I will share with you as a woman and an expert:

ALL WOMEN ARE CRAZY.

I shall comment more when I am in a more coherent state of mind and please visit the "Dr. Frasier Crane" column where we can dissect all druankard problems.

Something's got to be done. We can't go on like this.
I must have some booze. I demand to have some booze!- Withnail